Dayenu!

Tuesday night I got to experience my first Persian seder.

It was stellar. From now on, I want more laughter at every seder I attend. More smacking each other with scallions while we sing Dayenu (enough). More spices and fruits. More rice. More green things. More sweet wine. More hugging and kissing. More getting it all done together.

I cannot say enough about how much love I have for the family that took me in for the second seder this year, and for many a shabbat. They are warm and kind and funny and welcoming.

I hope to build my own family like theirs some day. This year, I was not only free from slavery, I was free from the drudgery that can accompany a second seder. This year, I was free to learn new customs, eat new holiday foods, and enjoy the holiday with much loved friends.

Happy Passover, indeed!